My surgery is rescheduled for tomorrow morning. Early tomorrow morning.
The first time around it was really easy to pretend it wasn't happening and I was pretty calm and not worried. I didn't really feel like jumping out of bed and running out of there until they wheeled me in to pre-op. This time I'm much more anxious and nervous. I keep repeating baby, baby, baby, baby... to remind myself why I'm going to let someone poke around in my guts. I'll be so glad when I'm on the other side of this and at home making my family miserable with my cranky recovering self.
baby, baby, baby...
Scotland, Part Two
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